If history has taught Lagosians one thing, it is to never get stranded on Third Mainland Bridge or you’ll end up being the lunch ticket to LASTMA or VIO officials and even the street miscreants would try to “obtain” from you; better safe than sorry. So I packed my backpack, phones, rolled up the windows and locked the doors. The backpack felt oddly light. I checked the bag to check if all was well and it wasn’t.
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